North Liao

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go. 
Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass. 
Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons. 
On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes. 
A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past. 
Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.

Journey to the End of the Night

But now, he seemed extremely cold as he burrowed into her arms, curling himself tightly, bowing his body, and nestling on her.


Lin Yuan silently watched him, not knowing why her heart felt a bit sour yet soft.


Her hand slipped through Baili An's waist, gently hugging him from behind, she uttered a soft hum and then fell silent.


Baili An allowed the fresh blood to flow from his stomach, as if he wouldn't rest until all the cold blood reserved inside him was drained.


He whispered weakly, "I won't say much else, Fang Geyu arrived in Xianling City tonight. The covert agents in the city came knocking, delivering that pendant and informing me of the fragments' news. Just this is already abnormal enough to understand that an enemy has long been hidden here, lurking in the shadows.


Chapter 198: There is a River in the Demon World